Missing…

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Blurb

When it happened, news of the plane crash had been broadcast by every television and radio station, all the Internet news services and all the newspapers. David’s initial reaction was one of disbelief. He checked and doubled checked the airline, the flight number, the date, the time, the ports of departure and landing, looking for a discrepancy between what was being reported and the details Sarah had given him before she left; and when he found no discrepancy in any of them, he checked again; and all the while a looming sense of dread was spreading through him, shutting him down, suffocating him from within.

He had planned to take Sarah to the airport but her departure clashed with a finance committee meeting he was expected to attend.

 ‘It’s okay, David. Don’t worry. I can take a taxi,’ she’d said on the phone, never flustered, always understanding, never allowing herself to become an inconvenience to anyone.

And the idea that he had done the opposite, put his job before her, now fuelled the self-directed anger that he was using to punish himself. It had been the last time he had heard her voice.

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